The lawyer gave me the address for the house and said he’d be there to greet me. I emailed him about Benny. He said he was glad to meet us both. Apart from that, there were no details. Just an address, a time, and a place. My life rested on a brief email.
We rode to The Hamptons, to the east end of Long Island. It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny. It was a perfect day for a family reunion. Or a family introduction. I held on to Benny. I watched the city disappear in the distance. I stared at my future ahead.
It was a two-hour drive. It felt like ten.
Halfway there, we stopped at a barber shop. I hadn’t been to one since my parents were alive. It felt like entering a church, a holy place. We were in our nice clothes. We had long stringy hair. We looked like hipsters, like any other mi
